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Ch. 1
Shawn walked through the streets of Miami with nothing but the clothes on his back and the check from his most recent job in his pocket. He enjoyed the cool fall breeze on the coast of Florida. It's been 10 years since he left Santa Barbara and rid himself of his feuding father. Leaving Santa Barbara also had it's unexpected consequence of leaving his best friend to fend for himself. Since he left he hadn't had any contact with Gus.
Gus was his only real friend, his best friend since birth for that matter, and he felt guilty for not even thinking to call him. Whilst in Miami, Shawn was working for the Miami Police Department as a "Unofficial" detective. He had already built up a reputation amongst the police department as the "psychic" hobo. He enjoyed being able stop crime in his own home; the streets.
He continued his walk down four blocks and was rounding a corner when his phone begin to buzz. He pulled it out, not expecting to get a call since no one knew his number but the cops. He answered the call even though was a blocked number.
"Yello? Shawn Spenser here, what can I do ya for?"
A rich baritone voice responded," Shawn Spencer, the iconic "psychic" hobo, I have a warning for you. I wouldn't like for you to screw up any of my plans, so I've put a target on your back. I have notified all of the criminals in Miami, and they now know who put quite a few of them behind bars. I reckon they have a large score to settle with you For lost time. They all know your face and will stop at nothing to get the bounty on your head. I suggest you hurry out of town if you want to live-" he was cut off by Shawn saying, "First off, I'm not psychic. Secondly, if you truly want me dead or out of town why didn't you just send me a pineapple edible arrangement with a card saying «Get out Love-Darth Vader XOXOXO», and why warn me of the bounty that you put on me?"
The voice responded with a chuckle that sounded like a new Ford truck starting for the first time and said, "Shawn Shawn Shawn, I thought you would know better, where is the sport in killing an unsuspecting man. Plus, I know you will live and I want to save you for Later. Speaking of sport, those two man about 30 yards behind you aren't looking to buy your great hair style. You should run, Too-Da-Loo!"
"Wai-!" Shawn was interrupted by the line going dead.
How did he know About the two men following him? Shawn had noticed the two a few blocks back but never gave way that he knew he was being followed. Suddenly two more men came out of a side alley and join his two stalkers. Shawn noticed that they were picking up pace to catch him. When he turned around to see how close they were they brandished a variety of shanks and knives.
Shawn quickly called out, "sorry to be a party pooper but I gotta go, run along now!" He turned away from them just in time to see two more men come out of an alley a block in front of him. They were also carrying similar knives.
"Oh great now there's 6!" He said as he dashed across the empty street, "Darth Vader wasn't kidding, they are after me.…"